The talk
All night it had been like this, her fantasizing about Peter. Dreaming about Peter fucking her in the bar bathroom, in his car, and now in his apartment against the livingroom wall. She was coming all over his face as he ate her out when she started to bite her lip in real life.
"...Liv? Hello, earth to Olivia…" Casey laughed as she waved her hand in front of Olivia's face, finally getting her attention. Olivia had been quietly staring at Peter for as he leaned over the counter
Still laughing, Casey asked her "Where did you go?"
Embarrassed and red-faced, Liv could only stumble for something to say as she took a final look at Peter from across the room then turned to face Casey.
"I uh...I- it's nothing."
"Okay..." She'd noticed all night the tension between Olivia and Peter. Sexual tension. And she decided to call her on it. "So how long have you been sleeping with him?"
"What…? I don't...who?" But Casey just gave her the eye. "...a few months...eight." Olivia whispered but Casey couldn't help but smile, so proud of her friend.
"Oh my God!"
Meanwhile, over at the bar…
"So you and her…" Peter's friend Kevin said, referring to Olivia who was sitting across the room with Casey, who was laughing at something while Olivia sat looking at Casey with a scowl on her face. "...you two…?" He continued, leading Peter to know exactly what he meant.
Embarrassed, he didn't want to put Olivia's business out there, so looking across the room…
"Nah. Just colleagues." He said as the bartender gave them their drinks.
At the table, Olivia was suddenly noticing the heat in the room. Lately, she'd migrated to the stage of menopause where she had little hot flashes. Six months in and when it was bad, it was insane!
"Is it good?"
"What?"
"Is. It. Good?" Casey reiterated.
"I am not about to talk about-"
"OH MY GOD!" She smiled, almost laughing.
"Why are you smiling?" She asked Casey as she fanned herself.
"Because I'm proud of you! You only keep quiet about it when it's good, and you haven't had any decent dick since-"
"Will you stop it?" She had already broken out in perspiration as she took a long, deep drink of her ice water. "Is it hot in here?"
"No. Are you.."
"It feels like I'm in a damn sauna! God I'll be happy when this whole thing is done!" She said, fanning herself with a stack of napkins.
"It feels like you're changing the subject-" Just as the guys came back.
"Hey, Casey what do you say we get out here, go back to my place?" Kevin said as he sat his drink down on the table and handed Casey hers. Casey looked at Olivia, then back at Peter with a now knowing grin that was slightly plastered on her face. Even though she wanted to leave with Kevin, this was just too good to leave.
"We could stay-" Casey started, but Olivia interrupted.
"Case, it's okay. Go." Olivia said, needing to get her out of the bar. Peter was amused by Casey's display, unaware that she knew what was going on between he and Olivia.
"No, we came together" she burst into a psuedo-laugh when she thought about what she'd just said. Olivia just gave her an I'm going to kill you look. Casey held in her laughter, but got the hint and took Kevin up on his offer.
Peter picked up his seltzer and took a drink as Casey and Kevin walked out and unbeknownst to him, Casey was signaling an obscene gesture to Olivia who in turn threw a balled up napkin at her as she left the bar.
"Kevin asked me if we're sleeping together." Peter said when he was sure they were alone.
Olivia was mortified. Suddenly forgetting her hot flash and whipping her head around. "He what? What did you say?"
"What do you think I said? Olivia, I'm not up for getting points by telling my friends what we do in private."
"Thank you," she said, breathing a sigh of relief. But he wasn't so sure how to take the whole situation, so he just said
"Of course."
Realizing how that came off, she quickly apologized. "I didn't mean to sound…"
"Liv, it's okay,"
"It's not. It sounded callous and I don't want you to think that you're just…" she caught herself before she could say something that she couldn't take back. "I shouldn't have come off that way about us and I'm sorry."
Feeling lighter, he breathed deep, smiling as he looked at her. "So there is an us?"
She smiled. "Don't push it!"
"Come on, let me drive you home?"
"So soon? You're not going to make a move?"
"Don't need to…" he whispered in her ear as he stood up, then said in his full voice. "Besides, you look like you're about to pass out."
She felt like she'd pass out. She barely gotten an hours sleep the night before and none today. She was definitely tired and was thankful that he offered to take her home and she stood up as he handed her her things.
"I am actually. I don't know what convinced me to come out with Casey."
"We all have that one friend, right?"
…
Later, they were by the door of her apartment, she was wrapped in his arms and they were kissing heavily as he had her backed against the door.
"Peter…" she breathed out between gasps. Her sleepiness now gone as she tried to break away from him. "...this won't work,"
"What won't?" He mumbled, his mouth busy nibbling her neck as his hips were grinding against hers. He already knew where that spot was behind her earrrrr…
"I can-" she was losing herself. Finding strength, she pushed his head away, detaching his mouth mid suck.. "Peter, look at me…" she said as she lifted his chin, positioning his face so his eyes looked directly into hers. Though she couldn't ignore the smile on his beautiful lips.
"You're so damn beautiful!"
Exasperated, she let out a sigh. For all his good looks and virility, this man got under her skin. Not necessarily a bad thing, but right now, she was trying to be serious, she thought as she stopped cold and stared for a second, a second too late as he gently took hold of the hem of her shirt and pulled her close..
"Peter, no. Just listen to me." Damn this beautiful fucker! Was what went through her head as she straightened her clothes. "...you know this won't work…"
"...one reason?"
"I can give you like ten, starting with our positions; you're our ADA, we work cases together,"
"That's not a deal breaker,"
"And what about our ages?"
"We were both adults last I looked,"
"You know what I mean. Have you ever even been with an older woman besides me?"
"When you say, older-"
"Gosh! ...you're what, 38?"
"...37" Funny, he never thought that he'd be somewhat embarrassed by his age.
"Jesus Peter!" She cried, and ran her hand through her hair. "...that moves things a whole nother year! "
"Okay, but what's a couple of years?"
"A couple?!" She had to laugh.
"So a few; but Liv, I wouldn't care if you were thirty years older. I know what I'm doing."
But she couldn't parade him around her peers and colleagues. They'd all think she was a cradle-robber at least. The man was simply too young for her. It didn't matter that she felt so alive with him. He made her feel good and her son loved him. So why did she care what people would say?
"You don't need my baggage, and I have a lot of it,"
"We all have baggage-"
She dropped her head and grinned. "Wow, you have an answer for everything, don't you?" He smiled at her as he shrugged his shoulders. "What if I said yes?"
"Is this a hypothetical yes?"
"Honesty?" She asked as she continued to look down at her feet. "It's an 'I want you! I've wanted you for a long time but I'm scared' yes." She looked up at him then. "...and I do, Peter but there's not just me to think about here. I have a son who loves having you in his life; we can't wreck that."
"And we won't," he said as they stared deeply into each others eyes.
"Peter, I…"
"Let me be the man in your life," he whispered as he plied her face with soft kisses. Her cheeks, her forehead, then her nose before finally claiming her mouth. She sighed as he kissed her, an involuntary moan escaping her as he brushed her lips with his. "...you deserve to be taken care of, Olivia…"
"It...it's not that simple.." she was losing any grip she had on making sense. He was so close to her. God she couldn't think! She had been prepared the whole ride here with reasons why they couldn't, why they shouldn't but all those reasons were flying right out the window!
"It's as simple as you let it be." He said right before he went in on her. He shoved her against the door, holding the back of her neck and taking her lips in a kiss that was desperate and at the same time sexy and full of desire! He didn't ask permission as his tongue entered her mouth, probing deeply as her hands began to undo his pants. He stopped to pull her shirt over her head, then pull off his own before they went back to kissing like teenagers.
"Peter, please…" she cried, kissing his chest.
"Please what?" He asked as he pulled her head back and suckled her neck. She might regret her decision later or she might not, but right now she needed to be fucked and told him just-that as he unclasped her bra, tossed it aside and took her beautiful nipples in his mouth as he carried her to her bedroom.
...
"Do you have any idea how amazing you taste?!" He said as he came up, licking her excess juices from his lips after having eaten her pussy into a gushing mess and turning her into a trembling one! She physically couldn't speak! She just lay there, clutching the sheets and breathing fast and shallow. She laughed as she tried to come down from her climax but her whole body shook repeatedly as the feeling went through her again and again, leaving a huge smile on her face. He kissed her then, taking her head in his hands and then using theirs tongues for dear life. When she pulled away from him so that she could catch her breath, he went right to kissing and nipping at her neck, right down to her nipples where he began to suck greedily after taking one in his mouth and biting it playfully.
"Peterrrr…." She cried melodically as his entire length went into her with one thrust of his hips, she lost her breath as her eyes rolled up in her head. It was just too good and she cried out passionately! "...we can't keep doing thiiiis…" she went on as she held the headboard behind her with both hands. She was lost in him, lost in the taste of him, in the feel of him. Their lovemaking was demanding, and they took all of one another.
"Can't keep doing what baby?" He whispered as he nibbled at her collarbone, while steadily driving into her while she greedily met his thrusts.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"
He grinned before he went to devouring her breasts while she arched her back, feeding them into his mouth before he went to devouring her mouth. She met his tongue, licking, gnashing, tangling them. They continued like this as they switched positions without breaking contact anywhere on their bodies. She straddled him and rode him hard making circles with her ample hips, chest to chest.
He detached his mouth when his moans became too much, those moans escalating into cries of passion...
Later, as she lay with her head across his chest, absolutely spent from their lovemaking…
"Tomorrow morning I have to pick Noah from his friend's house, "
"So I suppose you've made your decision about us?"
"I have," she said as she picked her head up from his chest and looked at him, caressing his face. "We'll come back here and I'm gonna talk to him- about us."
This was too unreal to even hope. "Us?"
"You and me. Peter, I've tried to ignore this; to ignore you," she admitted as he smiled. "...but there's no ignoring either, and I don't want to anymore." She said with teary eyes. "I love the way I feel when I'm with you. I love the person I am when I'm with you,. You make me happy and I'm not denying myself that joy anymore… can we do this? Can we try to make this work?"
With tears in his own eyes, he pulled her to him, kissing her lips passionately. They were both finally getting the one thing thing they'd wanted for so long. Especially on her part. She'd spent so much time denying him but she was done. She'd never be happy if she just continued to settle for what didn't give her what she brought to the table like she had with her last two relationships. So what if Peter was younger. He challenged her in so many ways. This man got her, he understood her and he made her feel things that she hadn't felt since David. She'd denied herself this for too long. Today, tonight, with this beautiful man who wanted her just as much if not more than she did in her bed, that would end.
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More to come. How am I doing so far?
